The kid bouncing down into the subway, three stairs at a time, as if his feet were truly made of springs The plane trees outside the brewery changing into Autumn colours, The sun finding a gap through a halo of cloud and spilling sun down over Newlands, The two teen boys in their school uniforms […]

I’m rich – I’m rolling in it – Forbes couldn’t contain it all: I saw an old friend, dinner’s nearly ready, And I wrote a poem.

Dark eyes snapping, the angry one says: “Men are such churls, They only write poems to waylay melancholy girls!” I think it over: “I don’t know, sometimes I feel The emotions they describe are actually real. But, I guess it’s true, much of what you read Comes down to that basic lizard-brain need: To land, […]

I might not have it all, and what I’ve got may not last for all the days of my life. But I have it right now. I have the words. So, I’m lonely (a circumstantial and temporary loneliness), and I can feel Time sanding me down and sucking me dry. But I’m not alone: I […]

On 3/27/13, on a hot, still Citybowl day, Marcus Low wrote: Here the wind has left us Gone on holiday … or hunger strike No one really cares We’re hardened by abandonment These old streets are empty as death Don’t you finger that flag, don’t you dare tempt us by fluttering those leaves We done […]